Fortune-telling and ghost-catching are too cruel, I’m being targeted by the country

Fu Jiuqing held his chin with one hand and meditated, his whole body exuding a sense of alienation that made people unable to get close.

With a smile on her face, she mused: "Some people come to this world to practice, and after their mission is completed, they should retire.

Everyone in this world has its own value for existence. You are too pessimistic and should not live in the shadow of the past. "

In fact, there are no absolute good guys or bad guys in this world.

Everyone has advantages and disadvantages, or in other words, everyone has good and evil.

Everyone living in this world is both a good person and a bad person.

The definition of good and evil must be distinguished from each person's standpoint, concepts, and interests.

Meng Yao sat on the round stool, motionless, like a wooden man.

She seemed to be lost in her own thoughts, and the aura around her was unstable.

Fu Jiuqing didn't know how to get along with a strange and troubled human being.

She was not suitable for comforting others. She stood up and put one hand in her pocket, with a smile on her face that did not reach her eyes.

"When a person lives in this world, he will meet many people. Every acquaintance is a fate. There are almost no people who can truly accompany you to the end.

Meng Yao, from today on, I will also become your memory. Your new life is hard-won. Cherish the moment. I'm leaving, please take care of yourself. "

The fate between the original body and Meng Yao will be completely severed before dawn.

Fu Jiuqing does not need to have an entangled causal relationship with anyone in the world.

She and Meng Yao are destined to be passers-by in each other's lives.

Meng Yao suddenly raised his head and stared at Fu Jiuqing calmly.

She said decisively: "I want to leave the Imperial Capital."

Fu Jiuqing's attitude was distant, and he nodded slightly: "That's fine, leave here, go to an environment you like, take good care of yourself, and start a new life."

Meng Yao nodded vigorously, with a smile on his face.

She stood up and said awkwardly, "I'll see you off."

This subtle change in politeness fell into Fu Jiuqing's eyes, and a look of interest appeared on his face.

She waved her hand and refused: "Stay." Her attitude became more and more indifferent.

Meng Yao stood there, holding the corners of his clothes uneasily, watching Fu Jiuqing's swaying back leave.

Until the familiar figure of her former friend disappeared from her sight.

The goodbye words on Meng Yao's lips were not spoken out.

None of them said goodbye.

Because I know I will never see you again in this life.

After helping Jiuqing leave, Hei Wuchang picked up the female ghost lying on the ground and forced out the anger that had consumed Meng Yao.

A ball of white gas floated away from Hei Wuchang's palm and poured into Meng Yao's eyebrows.

At the moment when anger returned, Meng Yao's complexion became much better.

"Ms. Meng, if you offend me next, I need to extract your memory."

Meng Yao was very smart and knew why the man with the cold breath in front of him did what he did.

She did not resist, but asked: "Can I send an email to Jiu Qing first?"

She didn't want to forget with regret the friend who appeared in her life tonight.

Hei Wuchang raised his hand very gentlemanly: "You only have five minutes."

"enough!"

Meng Yao turned around and rushed into the bedroom, took out the laptop that was low on battery, and typed on the keyboard with lightning speed.

Five minutes later.

She regularly sent emails to Fu Jiuqing.

Hei Wuchang floating behind him, filled with a cold ghostly aura, landed on Meng Yao's head, pulling away some memories about Fu Jiuqing tonight.

*

On the way back, Fu Jiuqing listened to Bai Ling's report on the aftermath of the killer being thrown into the police station.

The three killers were frightened crazy and kept shouting about ghosts and ghosts.

Without waiting for police interrogation, they took the initiative to reveal Ding Kun.

One of the killers clamored the loudest, clamoring to leave China and go to his country to serve his sentence, even if it meant life imprisonment.

Fu Jiuqing, who was sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed and concentrating, was not interested in this and responded lazily.

She held the side of her forehead with one hand, her consciousness gradually drifting away, and soon her breathing became longer.

Bai Ling looked through the rearview mirror in the car and saw the tired look on his face as he helped Jiuqing fall asleep.

She made a quiet gesture to the driver, took out her mobile phone and informed Master Qin who was at the main house.

When Fu Jiuqing regained consciousness, he felt his body light up, and a light scent of sandalwood poured into his nose.

She opened her sleepy eyes, and her delicate and elegant profile, and the graceful lines of her jaw outlined by the streetlights, were clearly reflected in her eyes.

It was Qin Baichen who was wearing thin pajamas, but could not hide his elegance.

She was being held firmly in this man's arms.

Fu Jiuqing relaxed into his arms and said in a tired voice, "Am I asleep?"

"Well, you continue to sleep."

Qin Baichen's expression is gentle and warm, and his voice is soft and full of soothing power.

Fu Jiuqing snorted and slowly closed his eyes again.

She felt someone put her on the bed, covered her with a warm quilt, and heard a deliberately lowered conversation in her ears.

Later, she didn't know.

The next day, noon.

Not long after Fu Jiuqing woke up, he learned two pieces of news.

Ding Kun, the largest drug dealer on the run, was shot dead by local police for resisting arrest.

Meng Yao also died. He died from an indoor gas leak and explosion. No bones were left at the scene.

Ding Kun's fate has been decided, and he cannot escape death.

When news of Meng Yao's death reached Fu Jiuqing's ears, he was very surprised and didn't know what the other party was doing.

She didn't need to look through the book of life and death to know that Meng Yao must be alive.

Fu Jiuqing slowly raised her long eyelashes and stared at Bai Ling standing in the bedroom.

She asked in a clear and cold voice: "Are you sure Meng Yao is dead?"

Bai Ling nodded: "There are Ms. Meng Yao's skeletal remains at the scene. The forensic doctor extracted her DNA. It is impossible for her to be alive under the power of such an explosion."

"Ding!"

The cell phone on the bedside table rang.

Fu Jiuqing, who was leaning on the bedside, picked up his phone and received an email marked Yaoyao.

Her red lips curled up in a pleasant arc and she clicked on the email.

[Jiu Qing, I don’t know if you mind if I call you this.

When you read this letter, Meng Yao will no longer exist in this world.

The former Meng Yao is dead, but her soul is still alive and will live forever.

After I regained consciousness, the first time I saw you, I noticed the light in your eyes.

It is tenacity, confidence, gorgeous and bright light that makes people feel safe.

At that moment, I heard the cry for freedom from the bottom of my heart, and I will be amazed by your eyes that are like the shining stars for the rest of my life.

Thank you for allowing me to meet my sister, even though we are separated by an untouchable dimension.

I will use my death to deserve it and clean up the dirty water that was thrown on my sister.

I want my sister to be publicly recognized and restored to the glory she deserves.

I want her to bloom in the sunshine and be remembered by the world forever.

I want people to know that my sister is not a nightclub girl who lets people poke her spine.

She is a famous hero who has walked in the darkness for many years and sacrificed her blood and life.

Goodbye, my friend, Nannan.

Thanks, my friend Jiuqing.

——The eternal soul. ]

After reading the email, Fu Jiuqing had a deep smile in his eyes.

This email from Meng Yao is very interesting.

She almost forgot that Meng Yao was a special admissions student at the first university in the imperial capital, and he was a top student with an outstanding IQ.

Meng Yao is very smart, even if her mental state is not good, it does not affect her intelligence.

It was a seamless suspended animation.

Fu Jiuqing gently rubbed the words "My friend, Nannan" on the phone screen with his fingertips.

Meng Yao recognized that she was no longer supporting her daughter.

That's right, how could such a smart and strong girl who could even plan a golden cicada's escape from her shell in one night not discover it?

Help Jiuqing return and click to delete the email.

After pressing the confirmation button, Meng Yao and her were completely separated from each other.

The girl who would rather erase her own existence in order to clear her sister's name.

I will live well in some corner of this world.